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°Deanne's POV° 9:55 A.M.
I'm almost hyperventilating at the thought of seeing Chance walking the streets of the community again.
I don't know why, but the mere thought of him and I sharing the same space, after all these months have passed, sends my heart fluttering in my chest.
Aye, yuh know say mi ago find a church go tho.
Or a sea fi go chuck off inna, cuz mi must need a wash-off.
No, man!
One gyal can salt so?
This a sign to pussyclaat.
Mi affi go ask Mommy which part she did plant mi navel string, because...
Noth'n cyaaa go so.
Then again...yuh know say...I'm partly responsible when mi really check the stock. A me wrong fi tek up wah mi couldn't manage.
Man mi did waa. Man mi get.
My mind drifts to the last interaction I had with Miss Peaches' son, and I frown at the memory.
Maybe if I continue to avoid him, he will get the drift and avoid me too.
Right?
Mi highly doubt that, but mek we see...
Chance has always been the pushy kind. The jealous kind too.
So, I know it will be a challenge keeping him away for long. Matter-of-fact, the only reason I'd managed to do it for so long was because he'd been otherwise minded.
Fucking Trudy from down the lane.
But, based on how Shavar spoke, it seems he's back with a vengeance; his eyes set on me. He's gonna want answers. Since I'd just cut him off like that, without telling him why.
I make a face.
"Yuh alright, lady?" Ali's voice startles me, making me jump. "How yuh look wild so? Like yuh just see day ghost."
Jesus, gyal yuh frighten mi eno!
My eyes settle on her, as she puts the phone on her lap and pulls her right foot onto the other, using the nail clip to cut her toenail before looking back at me.
